The next morning, my whole squad can clearly see that I'm very out of it. They keep pestering me, asking if I need anything, offering food or drink. I could use some relationship therapy, to find out what the fuck is happening to me. What happened to my old monotone, disinterested self? Why am I suddenly so distracted in things I found gross? I could have asked the old couple from the 104th, but that shit is long gone.
Talk about great timing. Hange is walking over to me, that same sparkle in her eyes. Shit. Shit. Shit. My face is red now, so I put my hands over my face. Hange walks over. "Aww what's wrong, Levi?" Hange asks. "Levi's a shitshow today. I'll give him a break." Hange announces as she leads me away.
"Levi, are you feeling alright? You've been acting weird all day."
"Yeah, it's just weird now that we're dating. I don't want anyone to find out, but I also do. Helpppp meee"
Hange cradles me in her arms as I fret, and I bask in the enjoyment of physical touch. I want to stay in her arms forever. She hoists me up, so now I'm sitting in her lap, facing her. She slightly angles her head, then leans in to kiss me. I lean in as well, and our lips meet at the halfway point. We close our eyes and take in the moment. She runs her fingers through my hair. I fucking love that feeling, so I do it to her, and gently pull on her ponytail. After a short time, we break the kiss and pull away. As we gaze into each other's eyes, I pull her in for a deep French kiss. Her lips are still soft as ever, and her mouth feels amazing.